High Praise for HIGH BALLS by Tara Lain #TopPick #5Stars

Hi! I’m back from my vacation — which turned out to be a staycation since we weren’t able to take our trip due to changing schedules. I did get to go to the San Diego Zoo Safari Park on Monday, my actual birthday, and that’s one of my favorite things to do, so i had fun. My nicest gift was all the lovely praise for my new release, High Balls, that came in while i was gone. Thank you to all who have bought, read, reviewed, commented and messaged me about how much they like the book!

Yesterday, Night Owl Reviews named High Balls a Top Pick! ELF, the reviewer, said, ““High Balls” by Tara Lain reminds me of why I have long been a fan of this author. Her stories address painful and realistic subjects in a fashion that reminds us that there is light at the end of the tunnel, no matter how dark it seems. I always finish her books with a satisfied and uplifted attitude, and this story really was wonderful to read during the dark times we are living in, and my favorite, in a series that has featured some wonderful and unique men. I adore reminders that one needs to look beyond the surface before making an intelligent judgment, and Snake epitomizes that precept. Young Andy is beautifully presented and serves as a great reminder that children are definitely shaped (and sometimes scarred) by the adults who should be their role models. And who can resist Theodore, with his wonderful defense of romance novels and his unselfish devotion to his young son?”

A Kindle Fan called her 5 Star Review “My New Favorite” and said, “First of all I loved Teddy and Snake. The whole story is pure Tara. She makes situations so real. Emotions are so well portrayed you can feel them. As usual there is so much love in this story. The love between a father and child. The love of a new relationship. The love of a tight-knit group of friends become family. This is a true love story. Enjoy!”

Veronica at V’s Reads, says “For me, I loved the tenderness, and interactions between Theo, Andy and Snake. It’s a fun juxtaposition, this strapping biker-ish guy and the curious child, but they make great co-conspirators. Snake loves his “Teddy Bear” and he’s set to prove it any way he can. And, he’s not afraid to go to Theo’s friends and ask for their help, either. All the boys of the Ball to the Walls books assist Theo or Snake as they ensure Theo’s thesis gets fair treatment, and Andy’s paternity is affirmed. It’s a feel-good romance with a sweet HEA to enjoy.”

Lorraine L. says 5 Stars and “Tara Lain may have helped me in curing my phobia of snakes. I’ve finally one that’s doesn’t want to make me run away. This one however is not only pierced, has tats, big, oozes sex appeal and goes by the name of …..Snake Erasmo.
Now I don’t want to take the limelight away from the truly wonderful Theo, because he was special as well and of course the adorable Andy, but Snake was the naughty forbidden fruit for me.”

And these are just a few. Check out a bunch of great reviews on AMAZON. Or just click on the High Balls page. Thank you for stopping by and helping make this book a great success. And if you’re a Peter Pan fan, you might be surprised at how Peter and Wendy might look if Wendy happened to be Wendell and both guys were gay in my upcoming release Never, the next Pennymaker Tale, available November 3rd.

Selena Illyria Brings DRAGON UGLY! Playing with Fire is FUN! And She Has a Goody for You

Hi everyone–
It’s my delight to welcome my good pal, Selena Illyria, to the blog for this weekend. Selena’s new book, Dragon Ugly, just released and we’ve got some yummy nibbles from that book for you. Leave a comment and you may win an ecopy of Selena’s popular Seven Sins Inn. Here’s those fabulous dragons.

Can a dragon shifter give more than just hot sex?
After Brent’s New Year’s fling with his friends Fletcher and Tor—and Tor’s mate Louisa—Brent is determined to find his own mate. His dragon wants him to find their mate, too, and if Brent doesn’t find a way to locate her soon, his dragon will take matters into his own talons. And that could spell trouble.
Wolf shifter Carissa has no desire to live up to her wild musician mother and artistic father’s vision of free love and sex parties. She’s buried her sexual desires and focused on building up her aromatherapy store, Scentify, no distractions allowed. Until she meets Brent. The sexy dragon shifter makes her burn with suppressed need. The only problem? His dragon wants Carissa, too. And pursuing the dominant dragon would be playing with fire.
Giving in to his dragon saps Brent of his focus and energy. Things are turning ugly—dragon ugly. How can he bond with his mate when his dragon only wants sex?

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With a grin, he dove into the ice-cold water and felt the pleasant shock reverberate through his body. After a length underneath, his lungs began to burn from a need for oxygen. He swam up to the surface, taking in a lungful of sweet air. The dragon exhaled a cold breath, chilling his body further as the beast settled into its element.

The sun wasn’t high in the sky yet and there was no movement on the streets. The tourists had been living it up ever since they had arrived. Brent couldn’t keep up with all the events that were planned around town, and he didn’t even want to. There were beautiful women everywhere he looked, as if it were ladies night all the time. It was enough to put a smile on the lips of any man. But it just made Brent feel tired.

Now that he had adjusted to the water temperature, heat surged through Brent’s body, and he felt the dragon pushing him to shift. He dove under the surface again, as gills split along his neck in searing stripes of pain. Webs glued his fingers and toes together by thin membranes. He opened his eyes and took in the dark blue tiles and the bright white flooring of the pool. Oxygen flooded his lungs. He breathed in the chilly water and blew out bubbles. Flipping onto his back he gazed up at the shifting surface of the water. Beyond, the world moved in and out of focus. He saw a flock of birds fly overhead and the plants waving to and fro around the pool. Sounds were dampened under the water. It was peaceful.

He tried to let go of the tension and the stress that had been filling him lately, but it seemed that his dragon had something on its mind.

“When will we find our mate?” The dragon’s question surprised him. It whispered through his mind like scales brushing against the inside of his skull. He hadn’t even realized that his dragon had been looking for a mate.

“Are you looking for someone for now or forever?” he asked. The answer was important. He had to be sure this was what the dragon really wanted.

“Not temporary,” it whispered. “Always.”

Brent felt relief sweep through him. So that was it! But the relief was quickly followed by worry. They were still young in human years, not even twenty-five yet. He had a job, but he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to continue working at the Dragon’s Lair. His future seemed up in the air.

He tried to push away these thoughts and focus on what the dragon wanted: a mate. He thought of Tor and Louisa. Once they’d been mated at New Year, they had seemed to exist in their own little world, so cozy and close. Tor stayed over at her place practically every night unless she needed some alone time. A pang of envy burst in Brent’s stomach.

The more he thought about the idea of a mate, the more it appealed to him. Part of him wanted someone for himself. He wouldn’t be opposed to sharing with his friends from time-to-time, but when all was said and done, she would be all his. But another part of him was scared. What if there wasn’t anyone for them? What if she wasn’t out there? What would he do then? How would his dragon react to that? It had happened before—dragons searching the world over and not finding anyone. It was a sad and pitiful existence. Some thought it was punishment for past deeds, but Brent didn’t like to think that. Not even the coldest bastard deserved to be alone. Brent suddenly yearned to experience that first blush of love and contentment, to feel what it would be like to love and have that love returned.

“When?” The dragon pressed.

“I don’t know, he told it. How should he go about finding her? A dragon matchmaker? A witch? Or should he rely on pure luck and fate?

“She’s here, in town,” the dragon pressed. “I can feel her.”

Brent almost changed back to his human form from shock. He hadn’t felt anything unusual, but then again his senses had been bombarded by so many things as of late. The fact that the dragon had been keeping this from him sent a wave of scalding heat through his body. The dragon had watched him fumble through one encounter after another, each less satisfying than the last. Why hadn’t it just told him it wanted a mate? “What do you mean?”

The dragon hissed out a cool stream of mist, interrupting his thoughts and pulling his focus back to the beast. “You must clear your senses. Use mine.”

Brent didn’t know how to open himself up to the dragon without undergoing a full shift. He felt his frustration mounting. The ability to share senses was supposed to be fluid and effortless, and yet it seemed to be all or nothing with his dragon.

“Stop. Let it go and relax. Think about our mate, the dragon urged.

“Easy for you to say, Brent muttered. How was he supposed to do that if he didn’t know anything about his mate?

He floated up to the surface and closed his eyes, letting the gentle lapping of the water center him. His limbs went limp and he sank down again, letting the soothing waters envelop him. Brent tried to picture his ideal woman, or at least an outline of her. A woman with curves, and a healthy appetite. A woman who was intelligent, strong, capable, independent, and full of respect for herself. Just thinking on those qualities made Brent’s heart ache. His frustration with his life grew as he thought of all that he yearned for. He missed having someone to spend time with, to cuddle with. He missed the basic human contact and comfort that he could find in a relationship. He wanted to be able to wake up with someone, make them breakfast, go out on dates, and spend the evenings talking about their days.

“Yes, the dragon hissed. “Think on that.”

Brent’s body became buoyant, and once again he floated with ease.

Now he tells me, Brent thought. In his mind’s eye he could see the faint hint of clear, chocolate-brown skin, and light brown eyes. A cool breeze drifted over him, raising goose bumps. He inhaled deeply. The scent of the forest wafted past his nose. They were nowhere near the woods. With another pull of air, he got the scent of a million different perfumes, some herbal, some floral, and some spicy. Heat churned in his gut as his balls hardened. Arousal traced a fiery path along his spine. Shock reverberated through his system at the sudden onslaught of pure, unadulterated need. It had been a long time since he’d had a taste of real, honest-to-gods desire, and he didn’t even know who it was that his body wanted.

He tried to sense something of her personality beyond her multitude of scents. The imaginary woman imbued him with warmth and comfort, a coziness with the spice of sexual excitement that only increased his need for her. He felt his cock thicken, filling with blood as his body temperature spiked. Brent tried to push past the feeling and concentrate on locating the woman. It was one thing for the sexual chemistry to be there, but to be able to stay with someone, he would need to forge a real connection to her. With a mental shove, he tried to open himself up to her more, get more of a feel for who she was.

He hit a wall, hard, and bounced back. All sense of her vanished and the outline of her image wavered, then disappeared. He pushed again, trying to seek out that thread that connected them. He gritted his teeth as he tried to force himself past the wall. Brent pictured his energy like a large wave of water as it crashed against the solidity of her barriers again and again. He tried to reform the water’s shape to something sharper, like a sword or icicle, but again he was blocked.

Confusion turned to anger and determination. I’m going to get to you, he thought. You will be mine.
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A MM Robin Hood? Kay Berrisford Intros LORD OF THE FOREST with Great Goodies for You!

Hi everyone —
This is a week for favorite author visits. Today and tomorrow, author Kay Berrisford is introducing us to Lord of the Forest, a retelling of Robin Hood as only Kay can. And be sure to leave a comment WITH YOUR EMAIL because Kay has all kinds of good stuff she’s giving away on this tour. Read to the bottom of the post to see the goodies. Here’s Kay–

Opposites Attract–the Ultimate Outlaw Hero falls for the Royal Spy!

Thanks to Tara to having my today. It’s always wonderful to visit the Beautiful Boys of Romance.

This week, I’m celebrating the release of Lord of the Forest, the third installation in my Greenwood series (though if you’ve not read the first two, don’t panic–they can be read in any order.)  The events of Lord of the Forest take place before either of those novels. It’s a medieval romp set in 1217, and the hero is the most famous Greenwood legend of them all—Robin Hood.

I’ve always been a massive fan of Robin Hood stories, movies, and shows, so the first question I asked when I decided to have my own stab at writing him was obvious. What new angle can I bring? Obviously, as a writer of m/m, I had an advantage from the start. The main romance was never going to be Robin/Marian. However, Marian has by no means been central to all tales of Robin Hood. The first mention of Marian comes as late as 1508, nearly three hundred years after the first records of Robin. His friends, Little John et al, however, were there from nearly the start, as were the tales of fighting, friendship, and of their exciting lives, sequestered away among woodlands and thickets. It wasn’t a great leap of imagination to envisage an m/m version of Robin Hood!

So…who should Robin fall in love with? Little John? Will Scarlet? Friar Tuck? Well, I could have gone along any of those paths, but somehow it didn’t feel fresh enough to me.  Like every generation of storywriters before me, I wanted to reinvent Robin a little, and take him away from the comfort of his Sherwood idyll. My Robin is a man who values friendship and trust above all other qualities—so I decided to throw down the gauntlet. What if the man he ultimately falls for is one he cannot trust? What if he’s part of the band who lays down the evil laws that Robin is fighting, a forester (who were a bit like a medieval police force), or even a royal spy? Cal, the man he falls for, is all of the above.

It’s not going to be an easy road for Robin, that’s for sure. But if you enjoy medieval-style action, a large dose of forest magic, and a tale of mismatched lovers seeking redemption, salvation, and the ultimate happiness, I hope you enjoy reading Lord of the Forest as much as I did writing it.


England, 1217.  Dark forces are rising. In the Greenwood, foul spirits grow powerful, and greedy barons plunder the lands. Only one man dares fight back—Robin Hood.

Robin’s band of brothers is broken. Now a lone warrior, he denies his famous name and laments the friends and lovers he’s lost. When the fair folk capture Cal, a beautiful young forester descended from the Greenwood’s ancient protectors, Robin rescues him and forges a new alliance.

Despite a sizzling attraction, Robin senses Cal isn’t like his old comrades, and he’s right. Cal’s been raised as a royal spy. He plans to seduce and betray Robin, but can’t harm the man he’s falling hard for. Mistrust and arguments spill into passionate lovemaking, as Cal learns the meaning of loyalty, fighting beside Robin, the only friend he’s ever known. Even the enchanted forest seeks to bind Robin and the returned protector ever tighter.

Their connection will be tested by nature’s wildest forces, Robin’s past, Cal’s lies, and in a baron’s darkest dungeon. To survive, Robin and Cal must admit their love and embrace their true destinies. Only then can they save England and each other—and win their happiness ever after.

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“We’ve lost them.” Looking up, Cal pinched his bottom lip between his teeth. “You trust me now?”

Robin’s chest squeezed. The forester still wore the garb of the enemy, albeit torn to shreds, yet all men made mistakes. Robin had erred in his time, and so had his friends. He always forgave them.

A single line creased Cal’s brow, his gaze sharpened with hope. Their bodies pressed close, and Robin’s blood jumped and heated.

“I do,” he said. “I’m sorry I doubted you before.”

“It’s all right.” Cal’s sweet smile melted him. “I wouldn’t have trusted me either, but now you know my choice. I’m your man, not Odo’s, not anyone else’s.”

Robin cupped the nape of Cal’s neck and pulled the lad down into the kiss he’d burned for.

Their lips met, hard and wet, and flames scorched between them. Robin sprang to full arousal so fast the briar patch seemed to quake. The scent of crushed ivy dabbed at his senses but couldn’t subdue the taste of Cal. Thirsting for more, he parted his lips and swirled his tongue about Cal’s, kneading the stubbled line of the lad’s jaw with his thumbs. Hugging Robin tight, Cal worked the kiss with his entire being, moaning down Robin’s throat, mouth and body flexing. Intertwined, they rolled over and grappled till the need to breathe forced them to break a kiss that might have otherwise lingered till nightfall.

“So this is how it always was…with your friends?” asked Cal, gasping.

An act of comradeship, of brothers in deed and body, the thrill of adventure surging in their veins.

Robin could only nod as they bumped and ground together, every press more insistent and charged.  Cal’s knee skirted Robin’s hip, and he jammed his rod of an erection flush against Robin’s thigh. Robin rutted against him, friction mounting.

Yes, this was how it had been with his friends. Or was it? Mayhap because his bond with Cal remained as delicate as a spring bud, he needed more than to frisk and spill his seed. He wanted to give everything he had, and he needed more back, but why and what? Oh Goddess, who knew?

Cal nudged a hand beneath Robin’s clothes and gently clasped him, pulling a feral cry from his throat. His carnal needs ratcheted up a notch. They cast their cloaks off. Robin helped remove Cal’s tunic, then unlaced and stripped his own before enveloping the lad in the circle of a single arm. He rubbed his swollen shaft against Cal’s sucked-in tummy. Cal scrubbed his prick against Robin’s pelvis, his velvet foreskin slipping back so moisture trailed over coarse hair.

“I never thought…it could be… Agh!” Cal threw his head back, gold threads sticking to his sweat beaded brow. Robin wrapped both their shafts in his fist and began to pump. “Oh yes, yes! Together…like this.”

Lord of the Forest (The Greenwood) is OUT NOW, published by Loose Id.  The first two Greenwood novels (Bound for the Forest and Bound to the Beast) are also available from the below retailers. The series can be read in any order. For more info, please visit http://kayberrisford.com

All titles available from Loose Id:  http://www.loose-id.com/authors/g-k/kay-berrisford.html

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Kay-Berrisford/e/B006JLQ4L8/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

All Romance: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Kay+Berrisford


If you’d like a chance to WIN your choice any of the first two Greenwood novels, Bound for the Forest or

Bound to the Beast, in your choice of paperback or ebook—PLUS a $20 Loose Id or All Romance voucher—all you need to do is leave a comment here, including your email (please spell this out e.g. katy@yahoo.com would be katy at yahoo dot com.)  You can enter the draw as many times as you like at the different blogs I visit on my Lord of the Forest blog tour (for schedule visit http://kayberrisford.com). Two runners up prizes will be a choice of any of my back catalogue titles, excluding Lord of the Forest.

Comp closes midnight EST, 12th April.

Oh my!! *fans self and grabs cool drink* This one is so up my alley. Thank you Kay and thanks to all of you. Don’t forget your email when you comment. : )

Big Backlist Weekend with Rent Boys, Witches, Cat Grant and Moi! Books for You!

Hi everyone–

Welcome to the Big Backlist Weekend! This month, my guest is Cat Grant.

These weekends are a way for me to celebrate friend’s books and give away one of my own. So, please leave an email address in your comments. One comment will enter you to win both books. There will be two winners. If you win a book you already have, we’ll work something out! And if you want to pop a little Like on my Facebook Page i won’t mind at all.

Cat has brought us her rent boy story, Priceless. Don’t miss this one!

When love’s for sale, who really pays?
Connor Morrison is a 3D optics pioneer, the star of the UC Berkeley physics department, and a socially-inept workaholic. And with his dear friend and business partner, Steve Campbell, handling their investors, he’s content to remain in the shadows. That is, until he meets the gorgeous and starry-eyed physics student Wes Martin.
Wes is brilliant but broke. Ever since his scholarship fell victim to the financial crisis, he’s had no choice but to sell his body to stay in school. Already half in love with Connor, Wes initially resists Steve’s offer to be Connor’s thirty-fifth birthday present. But in the end, Wes is too broke—and too smitten—to say no.
Connor has no idea Steve bought Wes’s attentions, and he quickly falls under the young man’s spell. Yet after one night together, Wes disappears. He can’t bear to hook with a man he could so easily grow to love, but he also can’t bear to tell him the truth. Besides, if he sleeps with Connor again, there’d be no way to hide the bruises one of his regular johns loves to inflict. Only one thing to do: let Connor go. Walking away is painful, but not nearly as much as building a relationship on lies.


The relative peace of Steve’s balcony lay at the far end of the room, but he had to run the gauntlet to get there. Fortunately, he got waylaid only by people he already knew—his department chair and a couple other professors eager to discuss the 3-D optics conference coming up next weekend. After exchanging some obligatory small talk, he managed to slip away, stepping onto the balcony with a grateful sigh.

Blessed peace and quiet washed over him as he lit up a Marlboro and stared over the railing at the twinkling city lights, the sky a gorgeous, deep blue with barely a hint of the ubiquitous San Francisco fog nipping at its edges. It was usually like nuclear winter here even in July, but for the past week or so the weather had been positively balmy. Might as well enjoy it while it lasted.

“Can I bum a smoke?” A voice jolted him from his solitary musings, and he swung around. A young man stood in the doorway. Dark hair, pale skin. Couldn’t have been more than twenty. Smiling, the young man wandered over. Not very tall—in fact, he only came up to Connor’s shoulder. But, God, he’d never seen anyone, male or female, with such perfectly pink lips, or eyes so blue they rivaled the night sky. Where the hell had he come from?

It dawned on him that he was staring. “Um, of course. Here.” His fingers suddenly rubbery, he fumbled in his pocket for his cigarettes and nearly dropped them trying to get one out of the pack. Luckily, the young man hadn’t noticed—or maybe he just had the good grace to pretend not to.

The young man propped the cigarette between those full lips, and Connor lit it for him, watching half-mesmerized as he took his first drag and then exhaled, the smoke issuing from his mouth in a long, steady stream. “Thanks,” he said. “I should probably quit. Everyone keeps telling me it’ll stunt my growth, but I guess it’s a little late for that, huh?” An awkward, silent moment, then he laughed, holding out his hand. “I’m Wes, by the way.”

“Connor Morrison.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Connor’s eyes widened. “You do?”

“Well, you are the guest of honor.”

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My backlist book i’m featuring today is MM paranormal — Brush with Catastrophe. 
Excerpt: Brush with Catastrophe by Tara Lain; MM Paranormal with Witches!
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College art student Sammy Raphael is a crappy witch. And he can’t get a boyfriend. Sammy’s had a passion for his BFF, Ryder McMasters, for years, but Ryder is straight and human. Talk about hopeless causes! And where other supernaturals can bring down lightning and manifest wealth, all Sammy can do is paint. True, the “prophetic” paintings he does at night always come true, but they never predict anything important — until he paints a picture of a gorgeous man who turns out to be Ryder but so changed he’s barely recognizable. Then Sammy paints an angel –who turns out to be a devil that threatens Sammy’s community and the man he loves. With the black cat familiar, Aloysius, at his side Sammy steps up to save the world–with a paint brush.

Aloysius fascinated Sammy. Knowing the beast looked like a cat but was actually so much more played with Sammy’s mind. While he hadn’t seen it himself, he’d heard reports of Aloysius screaming down the lightning from Killian’s shoulder when they had defeated the head of the Witches’ Council who was trying to control the future of witchery through deceit and manipulation. Total feline scariness.
Killian stepped up to the lectern. Sammy glanced back at the rows and rows of students who had filled in behind him. Dr. Barth sure was popular.
“Good morning, and welcome to the History of Mystical Practice. Is everyone in the right place?”
One girl sighed, “Oh yes,” and everyone laughed.
Killian smiled. “Please put your notebooks down, place your feet flat on the floor, rest your hands in your lap, and close your eyes.”
Sammy glanced at Ryder and Chen, who both looked as mystified as Sammy felt. Sammy closed his eyes.
Killian’s voice sounded soothing. “Take a deep breath in through your nose and out through your nose.”
Much wushing and hissing filled the room.
“And another one. Now keep your eyes closed, but look upward as if you could see the spot between your eyebrows. Stare at that spot. If your mind wanders, just bring it back to that spot.”
Light. Wow. Like somebody had turned on a bulb in Sammy’s forehead. No, more like a candle, because it felt warm. The warmth spread up through his head until it reached the top of his skull. Then it seemed to reverse and started to pour like oil down over his brain. Gods, it felt so good. Silky, sweet, soothing. He let the heat fill his head, comforting every cell. Light sparkled behind his eyes. The sparkles and the oil meshed into a blanket of iridescence that stretched on and on and on…
“Sammy. Psst.”

What? He opened his eyes, and Chen was staring at him. At the front of the class, Dr. Barth was lecturing away. What happened? He smiled at Chen. “Sorry.”
Chen whispered, “No problem. I was worried when you didn’t wake up. Did you actually go to sleep?”
Sammy shook his head. “Not exactly.” He turned his attention back toward Dr. Barth, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ryder staring at him. Sammy went to take a note. What the hells? On his notepad, he’d drawn a picture of himself with Aloysius, the familiar, on his shoulder. Every detail was sketched in pencil down to the silken texture of the cat’s fur. Had he done it while he was asleep? No, he hadn’t been asleep, just…somewhere else. But maybe wherever he went was enough like sleeping that his prophetic painting had kicked in. Was this going to happen? Weird.
Sammy flipped the page and took notes, trying to focus on Killian, who was telling the class they would have the chance to practice many techniques in their journey through the history of mysticism. Sammy wasn’t sure what to make of the practice they’d just done. Maybe he was tired from his midnight art frenzy.
Finally the class was over. Food seemed like a good idea. He’d only had the egg and latte this morning, and last night he hadn’t eaten much of his veggie burger because he’d been nervous about impressing Arnold. What an idiot. Anyway, lunch. He was light-headed.
Sammy shoved his notepad in his backpack and stood beside Chen. Ryder waited behind him.

What? Sammy looked around, then felt pressure on his shins.
“Mrwar.” Aloysius did figure eights, rubbing his silky blackness against Sammy’s jeans.
“Hi, fella. Hey, good to see you.” That was kind of true even though the cat made him nervous.
Aloysius jumped up on a seat. The crossed blue eyes stared up at Sammy. “Mrwar.” And in one fluid leap, the cat soared through the air and landed smack on Sammy’s shoulder. Just like in the drawing.
“Whoa.” Sammy staggered back two steps and felt Ryder’s hands gripping his shoulders. The grip was strong and warm.
Ryder laughed, but all Sammy could feel was the heat and pressure of those hands.
Ryder laughed again. “He’s licking me. His tongue is scratchy!” Sammy glanced back and saw the cat scraping his long tongue over Ryder’s fingers. There was something about the power of Aloysius’s tongue that Sammy ought to remember, but the synapses in his brain weren’t firing. The synapses in his cock, however, ran rampant. Every one of Ryder’s long fingers on his shoulders seemed to have a direct connection to Sammy’s balls.
Too soon, Ryder moved his hands. Would that they had traveled to Sammy’s butt but no such luck. Ryder looked at Sammy. “You okay?”
Sammy cleared his throat. “Fine. Aloysius startled me.”
“Has he ever done that before?”
“Nope.” Sammy reached up tentatively and patted the cat’s head. Aloysius pushed into Sammy’s hand, and he giggled. “What do you think he wants?”
“Mr. Raphael, Mr. McMasters, Mr. Chen.” Killian stood in the aisle, leaning into their row. He was always formal in class. It suited him. Plus, Ryder was human, so Killian couldn’t reveal too much familiarity. Killian smiled. “Al seems to have taken to you, Mr. Raphael.”
Alvish, now Ryder, looked up. “Al? Do you mean me, sir?”
That made Sammy’s heart do a double take. He wished Alvish had taken a liking to him.
Killian smiled. “I call Aloysius Al, but perhaps I should call him Al number one.”
Ryder shook his head. “No, sir. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to be called Ryder. It’s my middle name.”
Killian leveled his gaze at Ryder. “A new name to go with your metamorphosis, I gather?”
Ryder nodded. “Something like that.”
Killian reached out a hand to Aloysius. “Come on, Al. We have places to go.”
Sammy felt the cat circle his neck like a winter scarf and heard him begin to purr. Sammy reached up to dislodge him and got teeth, gently but firmly, placed in the pad of his thumb. “Uh, Dr. Barth…”
Killian raised one fair eyebrow. “A new regime, I see.” He looked at Al. “Are you sure, Al?”
The cat released his teeth from Sammy’s flesh and purred louder.
“All right, I’m sure he has his reasons. Enjoy your guest cat, Mr. Raphael.”
“What? But sir… I don’t know how… What in hell am I going to do with a cat?”
Killian laughed. “Anything he wants.”
There. You have variety in your books today! Leave a comment with your email. You have Saturday and Sunday. We’ll announce winners in the comments on Monday. Thank you for coming! 

Erotic Romance Writers Have to Do It ALL! The Role of Sex in EROM

Hi everyone– I hope you’ve enjoyed our blog hop interlude! Winners will be announced in the comments very soon!

But i’m BACK! Recently i gave a workshop at the SoCal RWA Regional Conference with my pal, Louisa Bacio. We talked about Writing Erotic Romance for Fun and Profit. It was fun and very well received. One issue we discussed has really stayed with me so i thought i’d share it because i’d love your opinion as readers of erotic romance –the role of sex in erotic romance.

You’ve probably heard me say before that erotic romance differs from traditional romance in that erotic romance is NOT about sex! While in traditional romance, the question of “will they or won’t they” provides great suspense, tension and excitement in the plot, in erotic romance that question is off the table early. The main characters may have sex in chapter one and certainly have done so by the middle of the book in most erotic romances. So at that point, the tension is out of the issue. Sex becomes a part of the action of the book, not the plot driver.Erotic romances that are about sex are usually boring unless the sex itself is a lifestyle as in BDSM.

This means that erotic romance writers must be great at creating complex characters, because these characters need to have enough inner conflict to keep them apart and the tension going even after they have had sex — generally more than once. EROM authors also have to be able to write fascinating plots that drive the main characters towards seeking what they want — which needs to be more than each other.

Okay, so erotic romance authors have to be good writers and create great stories! That seems simple enough. But in addition, they have to write great sex. Since sex scenes are so much a part of the action of the plot, erotic romance authors needs to be able to write dramatic sex scenes that illuminate the characters, drive the plot forward, and, at the same time, provide memorable imagery and seat-squirming passion.

Add this all together, and you’ve got a requirement not to be taken lightly! If you’ve ever wanted to smack somebody upside the head when they scoff at “just writing erotic romance”, feel free to do so. Or tell them that writing erotic romance is just as hard as writing any good fiction — maybe harder! And you can tell them why.  LOL

Thank you so much for coming by. Over the next couple weeks, i’ll have a bunch of great authors as my guests and next weekend will be the Big Backlist Weekend with my guest Cat Grant. Cat and i will select one book from our backlists and will be giving it away to someone who comments on Saturday or Sunday! Don’t miss it.

Do You Like to Watch? Cat Grant Brings THE ARRANGEMENT WITH A Book for You!

Hi everyone–
Please welcome my guest, Cat Grant who is sizzling up the blog today with her new release, The Arrangement. I’m going to let her tell you all about it. Read closely because she has a special prize for someone lucky!  Here’s Cat!

Hey, all! A big thanks to the lovely Tara Lain for hosting me today, and thanks to all of you for joining me on my mini-blog tour for The Arrangement, Book Four of the Courtland Chronicles. Leave a comment for a chance to win a signed paperback copy!

I have a confession to make – I like to watch. You don’t want to know how many porn DVDs I own. (Although, considering all the sex in my books, you can probably guess!) For me, there’s nothing hotter than watching the slow burn, then the rising steam from hot guys (and girls!) who are totally into each other. As my heroine Ally discovers when her two favorite men put on a very special show, just for her! 

Dusk had turned the sky to dark blue velvet by the time they finished dinner, and cooled things off enough that they took their coffee on the terrace. Ally and Nick stretched out on the double chaise, while Eric pulled over a chair from the small round table in the corner. She was so comfortable she started to nod off, until she felt Nick stroking her arm. “I’d ask what’s for dessert, but something tells me you two already had yours,” he said.

Laughing, she opened her eyes. “There’s no rule against second helpings, is there? But actually,” she purred, stretching like a cat in the sunshine, “I believe I’m in the mood to be entertained tonight.” She rolled to her feet and crooked her finger at them. “C’mon, you two.”

She doffed her dress and bra as soon as she reached the bedroom, then tugged an armchair closer to the bed and curled up on it, one hand drifting down between her parted thighs. She couldn’t help giggling at Nick’s slack-jawed expression when he saw how wet she was. “You’re going to put on a nice show for me, aren’t you?” she murmured.

“Any requests?” Eric asked with a smirk, shrugging off his jacket and shirt, then moving on to his slacks, unzipping them and letting them drop. She wasn’t the least bit surprised to see he wasn’t wearing any briefs.
She pondered her plethora of choices with an evil grin. “I think I’ve got something to start with,” she said, her gaze flicking to Eric, then Nick. “Your mouth. His cock.”

“You heard the lady,” Eric growled, grabbing Nick’s belt to tug him closer. They kissed urgently, tongues working, while Eric kneaded the front of Nick’s jeans until the huge bulge inside practically bored a hole through his zipper. She gasped when Eric fell to his knees and yanked Nick’s jeans over his hips, but when he opened his mouth and took half of Nick’s impressive length in one long swallow, a stab of envy tore through her. It was one of her few regrets that she’d never blown Nick to orgasm. Her damn gag reflex tripped her up every time.

Eric had his face buried in Nick’s crotch now, his lips stretched wide around the base of his cock, head bobbing up and down while Nick made deliciously hoarse panting sounds. Eric slowed down, then sped up again, driving Nick insane and, from the smug sparkle in his eyes, obviously relishing every moment of it. At last Nick glanced down at him with a pained, pleading expression and grabbed Eric’s head, holding him still while he gave a few short, shuddery thrusts and came with a groan.

Ally let out a long breath, so absorbed in Eric and Nick’s performance that she’d forgotten to touch herself, despite the desperate throbbing in her clit. She slid down in her chair, letting her fingers slip between her thighs again. Only now she couldn’t find the right angle, and shifting for a better position only caused her more frustration.

Eric stood with a dangerous glint in his eyes, wiping the last traces of Nick’s come from his corners of his mouth. Ally knew that look better than she cared to admit; he was definitely not amused by the way Nick had taken control of the blowjob. He shoved Nick back on the bed, climbed up behind him and buried his face between Nick’s ass cheeks. It was as poetic a revenge as any—if the strangled, raspy sounds issuing from Nick’s throat were any clue, apparently Eric planned to rim him to death.

This was a far better show than she’d expected, but her boys could still use a bit of direction. Luckily, Eric had the foresight to stash their supplies in the bedside table when he’d unpacked; she grabbed a tube of lubricant and some condoms, then scooted onto the bed, far enough away for a prime view of the proceedings.

Eric glanced up in surprise when she tossed him the lube and condoms, but his wicked smile told her he’d already taken the hint. He squeezed a generous dollop of lube onto his fingers, working one, then another deep inside Nick’s hole. He spent the next few minutes fucking Nick with his hand, but only when Nick’s moans reached window-rattling intensity did he deign to show mercy. Still, she couldn’t help noticing how

Eric’s hands trembled as he ripped open the condom, rolled it on and slicked himself.

Nick moaned even louder as Eric pushed inside him and began pumping away. Sweat sheening his skin, he pulled Nick to his knees—the same position he’d fucked her in that afternoon—and kept slamming into him, but the labored, desperate hitch in his breathing told Ally he was on the edge. He held on until Nick’s last ragged groan, then slumped over, pressing a soft kiss between Nick’s shoulder blades before tumbling to the mattress.

Ally actually considered applauding—but instead, she went into the bathroom for a wet towel. Then she crept up from the foot of the bed, settled between them and began wiping Eric down, starting with his face.

Nick lay next to her like the world’s biggest lump, already snoring into his pillow.

Eric caught her hand and kissed it. “Did our little show meet your expectations?”

“It was certainly inspired.”

“We do our best.”

He kissed her again, then rolled away once she’d finished with his sponge bath, which didn’t bother her; Eric had never been much for après-sex cuddling. The windows stood open, letting in a breeze, though the room remained warm enough for them to sleep naked atop the covers without catching a chill.

She scooted over beside Nick and tucked his arm around her, sinking into sleep with a Cheshire cat grin. If the rest of the month proved this much fun, she had a feeling she’d be smiling a lot.

Cat Grant lives by the ocean in beautiful Monterey, California with one persnickety feline and way too many books and DVDs. When she’s not writing, you’ll probably catch her singing along to whatever’s on her iTunes, or fantasizing about kinky sex with Michael Fassbender.


Cat’s latest release, The Arrangement, is now available at: All Romance ebooks, Smashwords and Kindle.

And to follow Cat’s Blog Tour– here are the stops!

March 4th – Tara Lain – http://taralain.com/
March 5th – Words of Wisdom from the Scarf Princess – http://wowfromthescarfprincess.blogspot.com/
March 7th – Cup O’ Porn – http://cupoporn.net/
March 11th – Mrs. Condit Reads Books – http://www.mrsconditreadsbooks.com/
March 13th – MamaKitty Reviews – http://mamakittyreviews.com/

YUM! Thank you so much, Cat. Everybody be sure and leave a comment WITH YOUR EMAIL! You could win a paperback copy. And i love blog followers! : )

Cassandra Carr Goes MM with SEE THE LIGHT! Hot Hockey and Something for You!

Hi everyone–
It’s my treat to welcome my friend, workshop partner, commiserater, and fellow promo whore, Cassandra Carr, to the blog. You may know Cassandra for her award-winning BDSM novels and her passionate dedication to hockey and all the yumminess that goes with it. Well, i’m delighted to tell you that Cassandra has written her first MM novel called See the Light and she’s brought it here to share. Leave a comment and she has a $5 GC for someone who leaves an email address. Ready, set, GO Cassandra!

You’re the Inspiration
by Cassandra Carr
Tara and I have known each other for a couple of years now and each of us has watched the other person’s career grow and blossom. I’m really proud of what Tara has accomplished and I’m happy to call her not only a fellow writer, but a friend.
Since See the Light is my first male/male book, a lot of people have asked, “Why write male/male?” I’m actually surprised by this question, because I tend to be a bit schizophrenic about what I write anyway. I’ve got m/f, m/m, m/f/m with themes like bull riders, hockey players, and BDSM. I get bored easily. Anyway, one of the reasons I decided to try my hand at male/male is because I was inspired by so many great male/male authors like Tara. As she’s reading this, I’m picturing Tara blushing and trying to play off her influence. But it’s true! Reading the great stories authors like Tara and about a million others I could name (but would inevitably forget some), made me want to try out this subgenre.
When others hear about my productivity, they’re often shocked at the amount of words I write in a year, etc. Here’s the thing, though…I don’t have an Evil Day Job. I have one child, a supportive husband, and free part-time childcare. Yes, I work my butt off, but luckily I am able to keep a tight focus on my writing because there aren’t a lot of other distractions. Tara, on the other hand, runs her own business! Both of us do a lot of promo, probably because we both have marketing backgrounds, though I swear Tara does even more than I do, and I call myself a promo whore. What does that make her?
In all seriousness, though, going on this publishing journey with Tara and getting to know her better through the years has been great. Now that I’ve snuck my way into the inner sanctum of male/male writers, maybe I’ll get to know her even better. If nothing else, I can feel more comfortable about poking her relentlessly to get more of her awesome stories out there!
Blurb for See the Light:
Hockey player Jason Monroe lives a double life—star defenseman and soon-to-be Olympian on the ice and closeted gay man outside the rink. A serious relationship is out of the question, and Jason makes do with anonymous sex in barroom bathrooms, not willing to take the chance on coming out as gay in a decidedly macho sport.
Advisor to the US Olympic hockey team Patrick Parker knows a thing or two about being a professional hockey player who’s not out.  He’s fifteen years older than Jason, and when he senses the sexy younger man is interested, he knows he shouldn’t give in to the attraction. The two men can’t keep their hands off each other, though, and with each heated encounter it gets harder to hide their relationship. Then their world blows up around them, forcing them into the limelight. Will their love survive or be put on ice?
Excerpt for See the Light:
Jason stared at the other man, the lust burning him where he stood. He moved even closer, like a moth to a flame.
What the fuck am I doing?
Apparently Patrick didn’t know either, because his expression became alarmed. “What?”

I can’t stop.
“I need to do this.”
Not giving Patrick a chance to react to his words, Jason grabbed him, one hand palming the back of Patrick’s head as Jason’s other arm snaked around the man’s waist, pulling him into Patrick’s rock-hard body. It was obvious the man kept in shape, despite his playing days being over, and a tortured moan escaped before he could stop it. Jason dived into Patrick’s mouth as the passion flared, melting him from the inside out. He hadn’t kissed a man in years, and he realized how much he’d missed it as the kiss went on and on, neither man willing to let the other go.
He could feel Patrick’s cock as it lined up with his, and even through layers of clothing Jason felt the heat pouring off the other man. It made him want to submit to anything Patrick desired, which confused him. Honestly Jason couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a man’s dick in his mouth, but right now he’d give just about anything to suck Patrick off.
Patrick pushed them backward until they crashed into the wall, never letting their lips separate as he took control of the kiss. With a growl,  the older man reached down and cupped Jason’s ass, pulling their cocks even closer and rubbing them together. Jason turned his head to the side with a gasp to break the kiss before he passed out, but Patrick kept at him, scoring his teeth down Jason’s neck to his pulse point.
“So fucking hot.”
Copyright 2013, Cassandra Carr
Cassandra Carr is a multi-award winning erotic romance writer with Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, Sybarite Seductions, Decadent Publishing, and Loose Id. She lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out online. Cassandra is the co-founder of two successful group blogs, Romancing the Jock and Dirty Birdies, and participates in several others as a contributor. Recently she was re-elected president of Western New York Romance Writers.

For more information about Cassandra, check out her website at http://www. booksbycassandracarr.com, “like” her Facebook fan page at http://www.facebook.com/ AuthorCassandraCarr or follow her on Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/ Cassandra_Carr.


YUM!! Talk about HOT! Okay, remember to leave a comment WITH YOUR EMAIL and you may win a $5 GC from Cassandra! Thank you for visiting. : )

Welcome to Big BackList Weekend! Me and Milly Have Books for You

Hi everyone–
Welcome to the first of my soon to be regular Big Backlist Weekends! Yahoo! The idea is for you to discover books you haven’t read before that might be new additions to your TBR list — and for me and at least one pal, to offer you a copy of those books to win! How do you win? You can enter on the Rafflecopter at the bottom of the post or, if that doesn’t work because your system hates Rafflecopter,  just leave a comment WITH YOUR EMAIL.You are automatically entered to win one or the other of the  books. If you have already read one of them, we’ll work something out. There will be two winners.

So, ready? Drum rollll. This weekend’s backlist featured books are Milly Taiden’s Fate’s Wish and Tara Lain’s Golden Dancer. 

Since Milly is my guest, here is Fate’s Wish first —

FATES WISH  by Milly Taiden

The man she loves left her, but he’s the only one that can protect her.

Sharmila is a witch with a problem. Her magic is waning. And her lack of sex may have something to do with it. Her mother’s solution? Easy. Sharmila needs to get laid. Easier said than done, though, because Shar is still in love with the only man to make her melt, Zahir Darkwrath. Her missing husband. Her demon.

Zahir knows he’s a danger to Shar, so he’s done his best to stay far away. Darkness flows through his being, and when emotions run wild, destruction rages around him. And sex with Shar is definitely wild. Staying away from the woman he loves is the hardest thing he’s ever done, but hurting her would be far worse. So he’s astounded when Shar’s mother hires his company to watch over her.

Evil is heading Shar’s way, and Zahir is the only one who can stop it. To save her, Zahir will need more than control; he’ll need the power of his own darkness–which might be his undoing.


“Look at me, Shar.” He gripped her face with his large hands, tilting it back.

She lifted her lids to bring his black eyes into focus. Their eyes met, held; heat flooded her system.

“Zahir—” Her voice came out a breathy moan. The full impact of his body touching her sent her arousal into overdrive.

“You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”

He crushed her lips with his. She urged him on with moans and whimpers. With her legs curled around his waist, she rubbed her clit on his steely cock. Another moan worked through her. Her nails dug into his muscled shoulders, and she tried to pull him closer to her.

“Fuck me, Zahir.” Her urgent plea filled the quiet of the bedroom.

Focused solely on her, it was as if his eyes gazed deep into her soul. He pulled his hips back and the head of his cock stretched her pussy entrance. His dick stroked every nerve ending in her body while he slowly drove into her.

His thick shaft stretched her sleek walls until she was panting in half pain, half pleasure. His eyes never wavered from hers until he was finally seated deep inside her. Every time they made love, it was like that. Her body needed to relearn to adjust to his size all over again.

“Relax, sweetheart.”

She wiggled her hips and moaned at the amazing feel of him inside her.

“Oh, goddess. For sanity’s sake, fuck me already.” Ecstasy gripped her body in its clutches while she tried to breathe. “Zahir, move!”

He powered in and out of her body in rapid, harsh thrusts. Energy swirled around them. Lights of gold and white stars burst when he lost more of his control. She moaned at the heat spreading through her.

Her moans and pants increased. He groaned and thrust wildly into her body. All she knew was him. She gazed into the full black of his eyes. White energy merged with his golden dark power, surrounding them and blending both into one.

Her climax hit her in a rush. Pleasure rolled through her in waves, and she was left breathless. His body tensed and released into her in heated jerks.

“I love you.”

Only silence greeted her words.

Sharmila jerked awake bathed in sweat. Her nipples and pussy throbbed, aching for release. She breathed deeply. The dream had been more of a memory really, one she’d love to forget but that her body wouldn’t let her. Each time one thing came through crystal clear: he’d never told her he loved her.


And here is a short RATED R excerpt from my MMM romantic suspense, Golden Dancer.

Golden Dancer by Tara Lain

Available from Loose Id  Amazon

Mac MacAllister is obsessed; the online news reporter needs enough evidence to write a story accusing billionaire art collector Daniel Terrebone of stealing The Golden Dancer, a priceless work of art, from son-of-a-Nazi, Horst Von Berg. The story promises the recognition Mac craves, but then Mac meets a real golden dancer, ballet star Trelain Medveyev, and his attraction to the man rocks his formerly straight world. When the mysterious Terrebone “collects” his beautiful dancer, too, Mac rushes to the rescue like a knight in shining cargo pants and plunges into a three-way passion that tears him between love and guilt. Can Mac keep investigating when his story could send one man to prison and another to the morgue? Will this reporter get his story or get his men?

Trelain sat at the dressing table in his teal and gold silk robe, waiting for the knock he knew would come. He wanted it to come, didn’t he? When he heard the rap, he took a deep breath. “Come in, Daniel.”

The big man entered, also dressed in a robe, but his was a deep blue, the color of his eyes. “Do you want me here?” That penetrating stare pulled the truth from Trelain’s heart and his lips. “Very much. I want you very much.”

But Daniel didn’t take advantage of the open invitation. He crossed and sat on the bed. “Your friend is very interesting.”

“He is, isn’t he? Though I’m not sure he’s my friend.”

“Lover, then?”

What was he thinking? “You know we’re not lovers. He considers himself straight.”

Daniel leaned back on one elbow, his robe gapping over his muscled chest, showing the light smattering of brown hair that matched his eyebrows. “I subscribe to the Jimmy Carter view that when two men have sinned in their minds, they are as good as lovers.”

Trelain burst out laughing. “I’m quite sure your former president was not thinking of two men, and I’m quite sure that you, sir, do not believe in sin.”

“Both true, but you get the idea.”

Trelain rose and walked over to sit beside Daniel. “Have I ever sinned in my mind, as you call it, with Mac? Oh, bloody fucking hell, yes. Has he ever returned the compliment? I doubt he’s been brave enough to fantasize about being with a man, though I know he finds me attractive.” He flipped the golden hair over his shoulder. “It’s probably just my androgyny confusing him.”

Those black eyes bored into him. “Do you really believe that?”

He met the man’s gaze. “No.”

“You know he’s mad for you, and if he can just be honest with himself for five minutes at a time, he’ll be here begging to fuck you.”

“I doubt he’ll achieve that level of honesty, but yes, I think he is mad for me.”

“And you for him?”

Trelain sighed. Life could be so bloody complicated. “Yes, there is some madness there.”

“It’s not hard to understand why. He’s intriguing, intellectually curious, energetic, and magnetic. Plus, that big, skinny body is sexy as hell.”

“But then, so are you.”

“Am I?”

“You surely don’t have to ask.”

“I find myself unusually uncertain of my status.”

Well, bloody hell, if that wasn’t the sweetest little declaration. Trelain leaned toward Daniel. “Could I perhaps show you just how sexy, magnetic, and energetic I think you are?” Trelain unwrapped Daniel’s robe to find an already pulsing, hard-as-steel cock.

“Um, don’t forget intellectually curious. I find I’m intellectually curious about what it would feel like to have your beautiful, uncut cock in my ass, since we were thwarted in our attempt this afternoon.”

“Oh, yes. I’m totally dedicated to research.”

Daniel’s breath already came hard. “Shall I turn over?”

“No, I want to see your face when I fuck you.”

“Oh shit, Trelain. Do it now.” He started to pull his long legs back.

Trelain reached out and stopped him. “Ah, ah. First I want to satisfy my intellectual curiosity by tasting every inch of you.”

Okay friends, witches and ballet dancers are up for grabs! Enter on the Rafflecopter or leave a comment with your email address. Thank you for coming by on my first Big BackList Weekend. Good luck! : )

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Allie Ritch Gets Alien Sexy with ALIEN SEX 104! Goodie for You!

Hi everybody — This blog is a hopping place this week! First, the Heartbreakers Hop is now over. Thank you for entering. Prizes will be announced shortly! The MFRW Firsts Romance Hop is still hopping along. Please go HERE to enter!

Now welcome back one of our favorite guests, Allie Ritch! Allie has brought — YES! — her new release, Alien Sex 104. And she’s giving away a copy so be sure and comment with YOUR EMAIL!! Here’s Allie with some Alien Sex Education.

Thank you so much for hosting me and my aliens again, Tara. I’m looking forward to telling everybody about my erotic sci-fi romance novel, Alien Sex 104, but I’ll have to wait until the end. It looks like Xindra and Quinn are ready to start:

The Alien Sex Ed instructors—Xindra and her husband, Quinn—enter the room.

Xindra: “Everybody, if I could have your attention please? Thank you. Tonight, instead of our usual Sex Ed class, we’re giving a special lecture to you Earthlings on Cedecian and Semhym sexuality. We have members from both races here to offer a more personal take on their anatomy and sexual interactions.”

Quinn: “Why don’t we start with you, Lexy? Class, Lexy is not only Cedecian; he also works as a sex therapist, so he has a unique perspective. What can you tell us about your race, Lexy?”

Lexy: “Cedecians are a bigender race. What this means is I change gender every month, switching from male to female to male and so on throughout the year. As you can see, I’m currently in the male stage of my cycle. While it’s possible for me to force my body to shift to female right now, it requires concentration and can be uncomfortable.”

Allie Ritch:(raises hand) “Do you mean painful?”

Lexy: “No, not painful, exactly. Just difficult and…ill-fitting. It’s hard to describe. The closer I am to my next shift, the easier it is to make the change, but part of me knows I’m not supposed to be the other gender yet. Of course, forcing the change to make love can be exciting. I feel like a man experiencing sex as a woman or a woman experiencing sex as a man.”

Xindra: “When Cedecians are together as a romantic couple, they fall into complementary cycles, only forcing the shift if they want to enjoy homosexual activities. They’re not only a bigender but a truly bisexual race.”

Lexy: “That can make it difficult when we pair up with alien partners. The other races are confined to a single gender, so if a Cedecian is in a closed, faithful relationship, he has to give up half the sex he’s attracted to.”

Allie Ritch:“Does this mean relationships between Cedecians and other alien races usually don’t work out?”

Lexy: (returns a warm smile) “They do if we find the right person. Love is the greatest safety net of all.”

Quinn: “Thank you for sharing with us, Lexy. Next, let’s talk to Glynn. Male Semhym sexuality can be problematic, both in terms of intercourse and fertility. Would you explain some of the difficulties?”

Glynn: “Men of my race have only a limited time in which we’re fertile. We hit a stage of decline in our mid forties and lose the ability to have children, although we can still have dry climaxes. We can’t ejaculate unless we find a female who is genetically compatible.”

Xindra: “Needless to say, Semhyms have a low birthrate and can have a high degree of sexual frustration. The latter can make the males come across as stern or unhappy.”

Glynn: (crosses his arms and scowls)

(Someone in the back snickers.)

Allie Ritch:“How do you know when you’ve found the right woman? How can you tell if you’re compatible?”

Glynn: (stops frowning) “If we feel a strong attraction for a woman, we sleep with her to see if we’re a match. Sometimes it takes more than one round of intercourse to be sure.”

Xindra: “If there aren’t any more questions, I think that about wraps it up. I’d like to thank the host of our lecture, Tara Lain, for allowing us to use this space tonight. Goodnight, everyone. I hope you all learned something new.”


I certainly did, but I admit I’m pouting. No offense to Xindra and Quinn, but I thought this lecture was going to be more hands-on. Did you get a good look at Lexy? I’d love to stroke those golden curls and rub my hands over his lean, hard body. Then again, I wouldn’t want to get between him and Huv. Those two have enough obstacles to overcome.

Alien Sex 104 is filled with love, angst, desire, a sexual identity crisis, a neon pink dildo, and some very naughty games. This is the conclusion to my Alien Sex Ed series, and I went all-out. Alien Sex 104 is the first novel I’ve written that contains m/m romance, though it’s only m/m part of the time. The romance between Lexy and Huv is both m/m and m/f depending on which gender Lexy is. Theirs isn’t a normal gay, heterosexual, or even bisexual relationship, but love doesn’t really care about labels. As for Glynn and Deina, Glynn wants a baby and Deina wants fun. Can he shake things up enough to convince her to settle down?


Huv has always liked the ladies, but he’s getting to the age when he’s ready for more than one-night stands. After meeting Lexy, he finds it very easy to fall for the sexy alien in her female form, but that’s only half the equation. Lexy is Cedecian. Every month, her race changes genders. Huv suffers a sexual identity crisis as he struggles to accept that the woman he loves may also be the man he loves. For an Allurian who is used to being strictly straight, it’s an adjustment Huv isn’t sure he can make.

Expecting Glynn to pop the question, Deina is shocked when he instead asks her to have his baby … or at least try. As a Semhym, Glynn must find a woman with just the right chemistry to help him spill his seed before it’s too late. He thinks Deina may be the one, but he wants to be sure. In order to win her over, he’ll have to gamble for the highest stakes of all: sex, love, and the rest of their lives.


Excerpt from Alien Sex 104:

Although he tried to shake it off, he felt awkward the whole ride to Lexy’s place. When they got inside, the tension only mounted until his heart pounded in his chest. You’d think he was a virgin sneaking into a popular girl’s bedroom, not a guy visiting his buddy’s house.

After locking up, Lexy turned to face him. “Do you want that drink now, or do you want to wait until later?”

Huv wasn’t sure if a drink would help ease him or just obliterate his already shaky control. Either way, he was bound to say or do something stupid if he didn’t get a grip. Better to play it safe.

“I’ll wait.” His voice came out as a dry rasp.

He was so busy trying to control his own reactions he didn’t catch Lexy’s until the man took a step that placed him an inch away.

“I hoped you’d say that.” Lexy spoke with a husky undertone that made Huv shiver. Then he kissed him.

Shock kept Huv in place for the first brush of Lexy’s lips, so much firmer and more direct than a woman’s. At least, Huv told himself it was shock. He didn’t know what excuse he had for softening his mouth a second later. A reflex maybe? All he knew was his head was spinning, and his groin felt tight and heavy like maybe his cock was thinking about sticking its head out. Then Lexy’s tongue probed the seam of his lips, and Huv didn’t know what the hell he was feeling. Jerking away, he backpedaled until he hit the wall.

“Whoa, I’m not … this isn’t…” Ah, gods. This couldn’t be happening to him.

“Not quite the reaction I expected.” Lexy’s tone was wry, but despite his own distress, Huv could hear the hurt behind it.

Raking his hand through his hair, Huv tugged hard as if the movement would straighten out his head. “Look, I think there’s been a miscommunication here. I’m really sorry if I misled you, but I’m not gay.”

“Okay.” Lexy sounded like he was humoring him.

“No, really. I like women. A lot.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” Lexy shot him an amused smile. “Strictly speaking, I’m not gay either, although I guess you could argue I’m half gay. I’m simply Cedecian.”

“You told me that,” Huv said, but he felt like he must have missed something.

Apparently Lexy figured that out, too. A frown formed in the middle of his smooth brow before tipping down the corners of his lips. “And you told me there isn’t much diversity on your home planet. You don’t know much about Cedecians, do you?”

“Not really.”

“Oh, boy.” Lexy winced. “Maybe you’d better sit down.”

Realizing he was cowering against the wall, Huv felt a flush of embarrassment. He accepted the seat Lexy offered him in the living room and settled across from him.

“I’ll get right to the point,” Lexy said. “Cedecians are a bi-gender race.”

Huv blinked. “Bi—”

“Gender. We shift back and forth between male and female, spending equal time as each.”

Stars above, he would have remembered hearing something like that. “Nifty trick.” He audibly swallowed. “Do you … uh … do that often?”

“Change sexes?” Although Lexy propped his ankle on his knee and leaned back casually, he kept bouncing his foot. “We can do it at will with a great deal of concentration, but it’s uncomfortable if the timing isn’t right. Right now, I’m at the male stage of my cycle. In a few days, I’ll transform to female. The only time we don’t have a choice in the matter is when we’re in our fertile period and have a permanent lover. Then we take whatever form complements them.”

“I see.” Actually, Huv felt like he was cross-eyed at the moment, but what could he say?

He almost flinched when Lexy came over and sat beside him on the sofa.

“Look, I can see you’re taken aback,” Lexy told him. “I don’t mean to push you, but I couldn’t help but notice you responded to my kiss. Well, at least until you remembered you were kissing a man.”

Oh, gods. Huv’s heart beat a wild tattoo. “But I’m not gay,” he repeated. “Or bisexual.”

Lexy patted his arm. “I have to ask, and this question isn’t as stupid as it might sound. Are you sure?”

“Of course, I … damn.” Huv scrubbed his palms over his face. He couldn’t deny he’d reacted to Lexy. Hadn’t he wondered the same thing?

“Have you ever tried a sexual interaction with a male?” Lexy’s tone was gentle.

“No … except … I mean I hadn’t, but…”

Lexy rubbed his arm. “It’s okay to tell me. I won’t use it to pressure you.”

Huv groaned. “At that class I modeled for. The students came up for a hands-on anatomy lesson, and I let them touch me. Most of the guys opted to just look, but this one Nimanian man took my cock in his hand. I didn’t even pay attention to what he looked like. It’s not that I was interested in him, but when he put his hand on me—”

“You enjoyed it?”

Shaking his head, Huv stared at his hands. “I don’t know. I just … don’t know. I’m thirty-six years old. Shouldn’t this have come up before now?”

Lexy responded with a small smile. “I’ll ignore the obvious pun and answer maybe. People can spend their whole lives exploring their sexuality. Maybe you’re ready to try a new avenue—one that’s part of your makeup but wasn’t something you were ready for as an adolescent. In case it isn’t obvious, I’d be happy to help you test the waters.”

Temptation, dark and forbidden, swirled inside him. “I don’t know if I can.”

“We could try another kiss.” Lexy slid his hand around to rub Huv’s back. “You seemed to like that until your inhibitions got in the way.”

Huv couldn’t believe he was even considering this, let alone about to do it, but he licked his lips. “Just a kiss?”

Lexy leaned closer. “Just a kiss. We’ll take it nice and slow.”


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How About Backlist Day? What Do You Think?

Hi everyone–
I have enough books now that i think it might be fun to have a regular feature on the blog where i highlight a book from my backlist and do a giveaway of that book. Maybe twice a month? I could tell you about how i created the book, post an excerpt, and maybe have a contest of some kind.

What do you think?

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